Sunday, October 31

Wilbur wants to kill himself

Just saw "Wilbur wants to kill himself".. It's a very, very sweet story, and I think it makes it into my top 20 movie list. I really liked the main character and Mads Mikkelsen were (I'm saying "were" because he was so good, that he counted for 2.) just wonderful, despite his awful Danish accent.

Next saturday I'll have Mette and Naja over for a girls night in. It will probably be loadsa fun, as Naja is evil-by-nature and Mette will agree to just anything. A pair of natural born bullies. Ahh, I love them anyways.

Tomorrow I'm off to school again, after a long deserved weekend. I'm going to see Martinez and all the other people I live to hate and hate to love.

'Carol's Inn'

Carol's Inn
Written by Splat !

Saddened tears in his eyes,
Hitting his thighs,
Showing his lies,
Can no longer disguise,
The lost lives,
Of the men at Carol's Inn

Praying to the lord,
Aches in his heart,
Tearing him apart,
All good at start,
Now it's all a part,
Of the men at Carol's Inn

Nothing left to live for,
Crying eyes are sore,
No one knows what they saw,
Memorized ghost from the war,
But they'll never close the door,
For the men at carol's Inn

She brings them in, wounded as tough,
She knows their time has been rough,
Of firm scars they have got enough,
She knows the hauntings will never stop,
She only gives her love,
To the men at Carol's Inn

God bless the men at Carol's Inn

'More than words'

More than words
Written by Splat !

I've never held you,
Never seen you cry,
And yet I seem to find,
A feeling deep inside

I never thought of you this way,
I never knew it would feel so wrong,
That it would go this far,
That I would end up with a song

To tell you

I need more than words to tell you how I feel inside,
I need to know that you,
will try to understand why I,
Can't hear your voice without a smile or a tear,
Wake up too early, by the thought that you might be here,
And go to sleep too soon, when I find that you were never there,
And why I write this song.. Just tell me I was wrong..

Despite the awful fact that I,
Need you more than you need me,
I still call you to hang up,
Just to see

Do you still remember me?
Do you smile a bit when you think,
Of all the jokes we had, the time we shared,
Or has everything gone down in history?

I need more than words to tell you how I feel inside,
I need to know that you, will try to understand why I,
Can't hear your voice without a smile or a tear,
Wake up too early, by the thought that you might be here,
And go to sleep too soon, when I find that you were never there,
And why I write this song.. Just tell me I was wrong..

I need more than words to tell you how I feel inside,
I need to know that you, will try to understand why I,
Can't hear your voice without a smile or a tear,
Wake up too early, by the thought that you might be here,
And go to sleep too soon, when I find that you were never there,
And why I write this song.. Just tell me I was wrong..

Everwhere I look, I get reminded of your face,
The television set, or the sandwiches I ate,
Your voice pops up all around,
I try to save myself before I drown,
In these memories,
Of you and me..

I need..
I need more than words to tell you how I feel inside,
I need to know that you, will try to understand why I,
Can't hear your voice without a smile or a tear,
Wake up too early, by the thought that you might be here,
And go to sleep too soon, when I find that you were never there,
And why I write this song.. Just tell me I was wrong..

Easy like Sunday morning

Tasks for today:

  • Clean up my room
  • Write both German essays
  • Eat nothing fatty
  • Sort out my closet
  • Sleep early

We will see what I get to do.

I feel better than I did last night, that's for sure. I woke up when my sister started playing her Terkel-music. I really could have slept an hour longer.


Dear mum,

Sometimes I feel like screaming at you, for being so blind. How can someone so smart and so ahead of others, not see their own daugther's cry for attention?
Just a simple question like "How was your day?" or "How did it go with your essay?" can make a world of difference, but no. I got an A+ yesterday and you never mentioned it. What's the point of getting an A+, if your own mother doesn't care? Why even bother studying if an F- means as much as A+?
What's the point in trying to be the best, if the one you're trying to impress, looks at you like you weren't there?
What's the point if your mum doesn't care?
I know you're scared that I'll get hurt if I'm not home all night. You're almost desperate to keep me inside the house, but when I'm there, it's like you don't care. It feels like I'm in the way. There's no communication. You never ask what I do, you never ask if I want to do something with you, you never ask, mum.
Do you have any idea how much it could do for me, if you just asked?
You don't even have to listen to my answer, you don't have to mean it. You don't have to read my essays, if only you could sit with the paper and pretend. If only you would pretend to care, I could pretend that you were being honest. Then we would be one happy family.

Monday, October 11

Bitchin

I feel like bitchin. Certain things piss me off.

First, little rugrats who think they own the street, the town and me. The kiddies who ride their bikes in zig-zag and give you the elevator-look when they pass you. Those little imbecile, stupid and completely unappropriate shitkids who annoys me.

What else? Impatient people! Arghhh they do my head in! The ones who push to get in front of you in line at the supermarket, the ones who can't breathe normally if you say "hold on a sec."..

I have to stop bitchin for today.

Thursday, October 7

Crush # 2

The guy. Martinez is his name. He's from Lithauania. I'm not in love. It's just some feelings which has caught me by surprise. Like, he's the only one I'd lend money. I pray that he'll sit next to me in class when he comes in. I try to make him laugh. I try to talk to him all the time. To be nice and tell him that I think he's sweet. He's like one of the most funny guys on earth {Like I used to think Lasse was.. Like I still think Lasse is.}...
He's not ugly and he's got a funny accent. He's actually smart in school {Like Lasse...} and he's a real social guy {Like Lasse..}
He lives at his own place and he's 17 years old. He's in my class. All my classes, actually. He's really caring about my feelings, it's like he finds it hard to joke with me {he likes insulting jokes.}
It's like he doesn't know how to be kind without being harsh. Like the guys in kindergarden who hit you if they liked you.
But he manages to make me laugh!
Sometimes he goes to sit on my lap. I'm not the only one he does that with, but still. He treats me the same way Lasse did - and Lasse turned out to be an arsehole {well, most of the time.}
He's just so sweet. I'm not in love tho. I just like him more than the other guys. It's so difficult, I don't want to go into this icky love stuff again, I've had enough.